For @audreycritter you accidentally inspired me today, enjoy the fluff.
Summary: Bruce isn’t feeling well, and Damian wants to make sure he gets proper rest.
Across the table from Bruce Damian sneezed. The boy rubbed fiercely
at his nose with the back of his hand, before returning his attention to his
breakfast. Bruce watched him for a few moments before deciding the sneeze was
the result of some dust in the air and not a sign of illness. He always had to
check with Damian, his youngest made a habit of concealing anything he took as
a sign of weakness.
Bruce settled back in his chair and took up his coffee mug
to take a sip. The liquid caught in his throat for a moment, prompting a cough
he knew would result in spraying Damian with hot coffee. He resisted,
swallowing the sip a moment before the cough broke out. Damian looked up from
his food, a tiny frown on his face. Bruce held a hand up as he tried to stem
the coughing fit and at last caught his breath.
“Coffee went down the wrong pipe.” He said.
Damian’s frown deepened. “That would not be possible, Father.
But I understand your meaning.”
Bruce chuckled and found himself coughing again, the tickle
of liquid at the back of his throat still irritating him. He took a second
drink from his coffee cup, this one more of a gulp, to stem the tide of the
coughs. At last they stilled. Damian’s frown had turned into a line, one that
read as worried.
“I’m fine.” Bruce repeated his reassurance. Except now that
he said it, he wasn’t sure it was true. His initial coughing had been due to the
mishap with the coffee, but his throat was still scratchy. He shrugged it off
as burning from the coffee.
Damian clicked his tongue. “If you say so.”
It was afternoon when Bruce finally admitted it to himself.
There was something wrong. It didn’t feel like allergies, as much as he hoped
it was, but more like the beginnings of a cold. He decided to leave early from
the office asking his assistant to forward any messages he might need and
returned to the manor. He called a cab instead of Alfred, by the time he made
it home he was feeling even worse.
What if we had all of these guys collaborate and sing those 60s themes of the respective heroes they’re associated with? I want to hear Chris Evans sing “When Captain America throws his mighty shield” at some point in my life.